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Leng Fengyang's heart tightened suddenly, but he quickly adjusted his breathing, allowing his thoughts to return to calm. He knew that every action at this moment was crucial; he had to rely on wits rather than brute force.
The system's recent prompt had provided him with valuable information about the enemy's armament and numbers. Using the faint light streaming through the cracks in the wall, he searched for potential cover or weaknesses, his gaze settling on an emergency escape window that appeared weathered and long neglected.
The exit of this window was firmly sealed by a sturdy iron grate, but the rust covering it hinted at years of erosion and fragility, silently suggesting the possibility of escape.
Leng Fengyang cautiously approached, taking care to make no noise, fearful of alerting the guards outside. He needed to devise a plan; charging out directly would be too risky. He had to find a way to divert their attention.
In his mind, he quickly constructed a simple bait strategy, deciding to use the surrounding environment as cover. He carefully examined his surroundings and realized he was in an abandoned warehouse filled with discarded medical supplies—everything from old machines to broken wooden planks and scattered metal parts could become part of his escape plan.
He noticed a corner of the warehouse stacked with several rusted paint cans, remnants of colored paint still inside, which presented him with an opportunity.
Stealthily moving to the paint cans, he carefully lifted one that was relatively intact and discovered that the paint inside had not completely dried. A surge of excitement coursed through him as he prepared for his next move.
First, he needed to create a loud enough noise to attract the guards' attention without immediately revealing his true intention to escape. In the dilapidated warehouse, he searched for something that could produce a loud sound yet not be easily destroyed. His eyes landed on a seemingly heavy metal sheet.
He dragged the metal sheet to the far end of the warehouse where there was an abandoned ventilation shaft—though blocked, it would suffice as an amplifier for sound. Then, gently opening the lid of the paint can, he slowly and steadily poured the paint into the gap beneath the metal sheet, ensuring it seeped into every corner.
Next, he retreated to a safe distance, took a deep breath, and swung the wooden stick in his hand forcefully against the metal sheet. Instantly, a piercing metallic clang echoed throughout the warehouse accompanied by splattering paint—a sound loud enough to penetrate the thick walls and draw the attention of the two soldiers guarding the entrance.
Without pausing, Leng Fengyang quickly moved near the emergency escape window and took advantage of this momentary distraction to begin unlocking the iron grate. Fortunately, time had rendered the lock unusually fragile; within just a few dozen seconds, he managed to pry it open.
Gently pushing aside the iron grate, a biting cold wind rushed toward him but also brought with it a sense of freedom. He held his breath and peered through the window gap, confirming that the two somewhat dazed guards were searching for the source of the noise drawn by his ruckus.
Seizing this opportunity, Leng Fengyang swiftly squeezed through the escape window, pressing himself against the wall as he cautiously moved along its edge, trying to avoid being seen by the guards.
Outside the warehouse lay an overgrown patch of weeds over a meter high; with night having fallen deeply, it provided natural cover for his escape as he plunged into the underbrush. Just as he prepared to slip out of sight from the guards' surveillance range, a beam of flashlight suddenly swept across his direction, causing his heart to race again. However, he quickly calmed himself down and assessed his position relative to the flashlight's source in terms of distance and angle.
He quickly crouched down, using the bushes for cover, holding his breath in anticipation. Fortunately, the beam of light did not linger for long; it continued to sweep forward. Clearly, the fully armed guards were merely conducting a routine patrol.
Once the patrolling soldiers had moved on, Leng Fengyang emerged from the shadows of the grass and began to run towards the outskirts of the Abandoned Hospital. Behind him, he heard the two soldiers firing warning shots.
The hostage is escaping.
In that moment, Leng Fengyang felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy blow, but he did not look back. He knew that any hesitation could be fatal. The ground beneath his feet was uneven and pockmarked, and the outer walls of the Abandoned Hospital appeared particularly eerie under the moonlight. Yet he could not afford to dwell on such thoughts; all that echoed in his mind was the singular thought of escaping.
Leng Fengyang weaved between the dilapidated buildings, using every shadow and ruin as cover, trying to minimize his exposure as much as possible. The night wind howled, carrying an ominous air, as if even the wind mocked his predicament.
He gritted his teeth, his mind racing. He knew that breaking through the encirclement was nearly impossible; his only hope lay in finding a concealed path or using the hospital's complex interior structure to confuse his pursuers.
Just then, a faint light shone from not far away, like a lighthouse in the darkness, giving Leng Fengyang a glimmer of hope.
A-Feng, over here.
Luo Shanhe's familiar rugged voice called out from the shadows, stirring an indescribable excitement within Leng Fengyang, who felt cornered.
Leng Fengyang instinctively turned towards the sound. That faint light seemed to be guiding him out of his predicament like a North Star. He quickly adjusted his breathing and used the surrounding environment for cover as he stealthily approached the source of light. Every step was taken with utmost caution, fearing that he might alert those relentless soldiers pursuing him.
As he drew closer, Luo Shanhe's figure gradually came into focus. He held a flashlight and wore his signature bright smile. Despite being in a perilous situation, his calm demeanor seemed to infect everything around him.
A warm current surged through Leng Fengyang's heart. He knew that with Luo Shanhe by his side, he had a comrade to fight alongside and greater chances of escape.
Lao Luo, how did you find me?
Leng Fengyang whispered as he quickly scanned their surroundings to ensure no pursuers were nearby.
It's a long story, so I'll keep it short. I managed to bribe those corrupt guards after quite an effort, but it cost me a lot of hard currency. You'll have to find a way to pay me back later.
Luo Shanhe grinned broadly while teasing him and handed Leng Fengyang a gas mask. Then he added: For safety's sake, put this on first. We don't know if this hospital was contaminated before it was abandoned. Follow me; A Yan and I found a Secret Bureau passage that leads directly outside the back wall of the hospital where A Yan will be waiting for us.
With that, Luo Shanhe turned and led him down a narrow, dimly lit corridor. Leng Fengyang followed closely behind, filled with gratitude for this unwavering friendship.
The lights along both sides of the corridor were dim and mottled. Under Luo Shanhe's guidance, they skillfully avoided any potential surveillance and guards until they finally reached the Secret Bureau passage.
But just as they were about to enter, a piercing alarm shattered the tranquility of the night.
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